Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 482

It was unclear if Sophia had heard Jason’s questions, she only kept murmuring. The child is dead. The child died at birth.”

Every word was soaked in blood and tears. This was the deepest sorrow and pain in Sophia’s heart, something she could only express in her dreams. Jason, with red eyes, buried his face in her neck, trembling along with her.

After a moment, the quiet room was filled with the sound of Jason’s suppressed sobs, accompanied by repeated confessions. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I caused all of this. I’m the executioner. I didn’t know that the medication would cause fatal harm to the ferus. I didn’t know you were pregnant. I didn’t know anything. Sophia, when you wake up, kill me to avenge our child. I am deeply sinful and deserve to go to hell, never to be freed.”

Under Jason’s pained murmurs, Sophia gradually escaped the grip of her nightmare and fell back into a deeper sleep. The flush on her cheeks had faded, but tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and her delicate brows were knitted together, her face full of a sickly fragility, utterly broken.

five years ago. Back then, Sophia’s heart was completely broken, and she seemed like a person pieced together, utterly shattered. “What kind of hurt, pain, and despair have you gone through to show such an expression even in your dreams?

finger on her right hand, embedding the laser tracker into her skin while thinking, ‘If you want to kill me when you wake up, I’ll willingly die. If you don’t, then I’ll

the body in any way. Jason trusted the latest high- tech

then released her and got out of bed. Handing the scanner to the R&D

sleep and even a nightmare, Jason thought. The colorful neon lights of the bustling city reflected in his dark eyes, adding a touch of mystery. From this

territory from that skyscraper, taking the Wilson Group to new heights. Many had asked him if he felt a great sense of accomplishment. Every time, he would laugh at himself, pondering. For a man, my wife and children are the most important treasures in life. But I’ve lost them. A sense of accomplishment? I’ve got

felt was bone deep loneliness and solitude. ‘If I could, I would give up all my wealth just for a chance to start over. Having my beloved wife and children

his muddled mind, Jason slowly took out his phone and dialed Derick’s number. The call connected quickly.